hey little guy

Chapter 22 Sweet (7)
【miser】

"Why are you still here?" The boy frowned, "Don't think that I let you off last time, and I won't arrest you this time."

The little fox demon blinked with a smile and said, "Waiting for you."

The boy rubbed his temples with a headache.He originally learned how to hunt monsters from a wealthy Taoist priest in a nearby Taoist temple, but after going out of the customs several times, he hit a wall again and again—the little fox demon in front of him is so cute, the young man couldn't bear to catch her, but was pestered by her every day.

After a long time, although the young man still put on a face, his heart softened involuntarily.After that, the hero can't reach the softness of the fingers.

"I have to save some wife money, right?" The young man rubbed the little fox demon's hair, "I'll marry you when I save enough money."

Two years passed in a blink of an eye.In the early morning of this day, the young man was happily counting the money, but the door of the room was kicked open by the old Taoist priest.

"Apprentice, do you remember the seven-tailed fox demon that my teacher told you at the beginning?" The old Taoist's eyes sparkled, "Her traces have been exposed again! You must catch her this time, the muscles and bones of this seven-tailed fox But it’s worth the money, you can exchange it for two or three…”

"Master!" The boy was stunned and interrupted, "Can't we let her go?"

The old Taoist frowned, stuffed his precious gourd into the young man's arms and said, "What are you talking about! This time, all the demon hunters with a radius of a hundred miles are looking for her. Blame me for being rude!"

After all, the old Taoist ignored the boy's reaction and leisurely went back to the main hall to meditate.

The boy stomped his feet, stuffed the gourd into his bag, and ran out the door.Just after passing through the woods, the little fox demon was waiting for him as usual.

"Run!" The boy pulled up the little fox demon and fled, "Now all the demon hunters within a hundred miles are looking for you, if you don't leave..."

Before he finished speaking, the treasure gourd in the boy's package flew out by itself, and sucked the little fox demon into it.The young man stared blankly at the gourd falling to the ground. He picked up a stone and smashed it until his hands were covered with blood from the stone, and the gourd was not damaged at all.

The boy returned to the Taoist temple, he packed his luggage without saying a word, and found all the money he had saved in recent years from under the pillow, sighed, turned and went out.

At the entrance of the main hall, the boy knelt down and put the money bag and gourd containing silver in front of the master.

"Master, this is the money I have saved over the years. Originally..." The young man choked up, "Forget it, this money will be used to repay the kindness of the master, forgive the unfilial disciple, and will no longer live in the master's school."

The old Taoist took the purse, smiling until his eyes were narrowed.Then, he raised his finger and lifted the lid of the treasure gourd.

"Damn old man, you dare to use a gourd to imprison me after taking my money!" The little fox demon jumped out angrily, "Whether did you give your wooden apprentice... about marrying me?"

"Oh, I almost forgot!" The old Taoist slapped his forehead, "I order you to marry her, Master."

The young man stared blankly at the little fox demon, then turned his head suddenly, staring at the money bag in the old Taoist priest's hand.

"What are you looking at, little bastard, I've lost a seven-tailed fox, why don't I ask you for some reward!" The old Taoist hurriedly stuffed the money bag into his arms, "Go marry your relatives, don't worry about my money!"

【wizard】

"Look, Daddy!" cried the girl, "it's a wizard!"

The man looked in the direction of his daughter's fingertips. Beside the bench at the end of the park, an old man wearing a tattered pointed hat was snoring, obviously sleeping soundly.

"That's just a tramp." The man shook his head and said, "There are no wizards in the world, and even if there were, it would be impossible to live in such a desolate life—look at his feet, he doesn't even wear shoes."

"Then he is so pitiful! He is more pitiful than me." The girl raised her hand and touched the top of her head covered by the hat. "Although I have no hair, I still have a nice little hat. He even has a broken hat." Ragged."

The man felt as if his heart was held by a giant hand. He suppressed his sadness and said to his daughter with a smile, "Then let's give him a new hat, shall we?"

A few minutes later, the man and the girl came to the bench with full bags in their hands.

"Mr. Tramp!" the girl pushed the old man and called softly, "We brought you clothes and food."

"What's wrong with you, I'm a wizard! Food?!" The old man froze his impatient waving hands, jumped up and stared at the bag with radiant eyes.

"You are a wizard! Then can you help me change my hair?" The girl handed the bag to the old man's hands, and said pleasantly, "I got sick, and all my hair fell out during the treatment. My classmates all laughed at me as a kid. Baldy."

"It's easy to say!" The old man said vaguely while gobbling, but there was no movement in his hand to cast a spell.

"It's time to go." The man put the bag of new clothes on the edge of the bench and took the girl's hand.The girl sighed, and followed her father away in disappointment.

When the girl came home, it was already dark, and before she was about to go to bed, she unexpectedly found an old man passing by outside the window wearing the pointed hat she had chosen herself.

She hurried to the kitchen and brought a turkey leg left over from dinner.

"Mr. Tramp!" The girl quietly opened the window a crack, "Are you hungry?"

The old man was taken aback. Just about to yell, he turned around and saw the food in the girl's hand, and immediately changed his face.

"For me?" The old man rubbed his hands with a blushing face, "Well... it's not easy to be a wizard now, I'm so poor."

This time, the girl only thought that the old man was making her happy, and she didn't care, she reached out and passed the plate over.

"Well, that, thank you for the hospitality." The old man stuffed the chicken all over his mouth, "This is the interest you paid for the previous wish."

He snapped his fingers, and a bunch of tumors floated in the air, and were burned to ashes by the golden flames.Under the moonlight, short strands of hair emerged from the top of the girl's head.

【juvenile】

The woman waved to her son who had just returned home, and said with a smile, "Hey, son, what do you think mom found?"

She took out two booklets from the back, and the cover of the booklets crookedly depicted the back of a knight riding a war horse—he was holding a spear in his hand, and he was galloping towards the huge dragon.

The man blushed a little. It was a caricature he drew during his teenage time in class.

"Where did you find these old antiques? About knights, princesses, and dragons, only children believe in them." The man curled his lips, "Mom, I'm already 25. Who in today's society still accepts such things? , When something happens, whoever does not hide is a fool."

"No matter how much truth you say, you will always be a child in the eyes of your parents." The woman snorted, "You still know that you are 25, and I don't see you looking for a girlfriend to come back."

The man choked on his saliva, and responded with some embarrassment: "I'll look for it soon, I'll look for it soon."

The woman nodded in satisfaction.She turned around, raised the booklet in her hand, and said, "Did I throw away these comics?"

The man was startled, glanced at the childish lines on the booklet, and nodded.

"No more."

The booklet was thrown in a cardboard box of old toys and thrown out of the house by the woman.

The food was served on the table, and the man who thought he would not care was sitting at the table, but images of his youth kept flashing through his mind.One dinner, he ate in a hurry, as soon as he put down his chopsticks, the man went straight to the door.

The box containing the old toys was gone.

"Garbage? Should it be taken away by the old man picking up waste?" the security guy replied.

However, when the man rushed to the old man's home, the waste collection car had just left.Desperately, he thanked the old man and walked home.As he passed the street, a cry for help reached his ears.

The man quickened his pace and took a few steps forward, then stopped hesitantly.

"I'm just a fool." He spat, turned and walked into the alley.

"Boy, don't meddle in your own business." The drunken hooligan let go of the girl's wrist, and the switchblade in his hand came out of its sheath.The man went up to him without saying a word, and with the sound of the switchblade piercing into his body, he punched the hooligan down.

The girl was picked up by a friend, and before leaving, she left the man's phone number, saying that she would like to treat her as a thank you.The man smiled and bid farewell to him, but privately stroked his lower abdomen with his fingers in doubt—there should have been a wound there.

"How are you?" the princess and the dragon surrounded the knight and asked worriedly.

"This little injury is nothing." The knight snorted coldly while bandaging the wound, "he has a conscience and knows to come out to us, otherwise I won't be bothered to save him. By the way, you two put the carton in the Is there a place to put it?"

The man accidentally kicked something and stopped.He put his doubts behind him and picked up a box of worn-out toys in surprise.

【Storyteller】

Ice and snow covered the ground, and the old man sat down slowly, leaning against the snowman.

The snowman is very delicate, he is wearing a scarf, his eyes are shining, and his little nose made of carrots is red from the cold.

"I am a story writer, and many people used to read my works." The old man patted the snowman on the back and said nostalgicly, "But now I am old and have been walking alone for a long time. Let me tell you a few stories , is better than silence."

In the dark night, the old man talked in a hoarse voice until the east became pale.

"My life is only one night," the snowman finally said, "for my short existence, you have wasted your precious life."

"Didn't you waste your only life for my old existence?" The old man shook the flagon in his hand, "The world is cold enough, there must be something to warm your heart, a pot of warm wine , or a few stories."

He poured all the rest of the wine in the air, and the snowman melted, and the carrot fell and he caught it.He dug a hole, planted carrots in it, and walked away leisurely.

The following spring, a touch of green emerges from the soil.With the memory of snow, it unfolds its curled leaves.

(End of this chapter)